His words were not spoken with a heavy heart, nor were they uttered with any grinding rage.
But within his words, there was a certain determination.
Yang Xiaoyun silently looked at Su Mo with two glances, then suddenly asked:
"Xiao Mo, you really like children, huh?"
"Ah?"
Su Mo was startled, suddenly feeling that this topic had taken a sharp turn.
For a moment, he didn't know how to reply.
Then Yang Xiaoyun simply leaned into Su Mo's embrace, and Su Mo had no choice but to hug her, watching her fiddle with his fingers as she said:
"So tell me, how many shall we have in the future?"
"…You want to have several?"
Su Mo was momentarily speechless: "Having kids is not that easy, okay? It's practically a walk at the Ghost Gate… and you want to have several? One is enough, why suffer twice as much?"
"…"
Yang Xiaoyun raised her head to look at Su Mo: "You make it sound so ominous, but I am a martial artist."
